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 To tetifie the armes of Chatitie? Hence had the huntree Dian her dred bow Faire ilver-hafted Queene for ever chat Wherewith we tam'd the brinded lionee And potted mountaine pard, but et at nought The frivolous bolt of Cupid, gods and men Fear'd her terne frowne, & he was queen oth' woods. What was that nakie headed Gorgon heild That wie Minerva wore, unconquer'd virgin Wherewith he freez'd her foes to congeal'd tone? But rigid looks of Chat auteritie And noble grace that dah't brute violence With udden adoration, and blancke aw. So deare to heav'n is aintly chatitie That when a oule is found incerely o, A thouand liveried angels lackie her Driving farre off each thing of inne, and guilt, And in cleere dreame, and olemne viion Tell her of things that no groe eare can heare, Till oft convere with heav'nly habitants Begin to cat a beame on th' outward hape The unpolluted temple of the mind And turnes it by degrees to the ouls eence Till all bee made immortall; but when lut By unchat looks, looe getures, and foule talke But most by leud, and lavih act of in Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The oule growes clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till he quite looe The divine propertie of her firt being. Such are thoe thick, and gloomie hadows damp Oft eene in Charnell vaults, and Sepulchers

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